Re - Growth of Life
Chapter 32 – The Dark Past (2)
After speaking lightly for a few minutes, Lizam took me around the library. The atmosphere was not too quiet, the silence was filled in part with the enthusiastic voice of the little boy.
Emm... I don't know, is Lizam that popular? The woman, even a little more mature than us, stared at Lizam's face. Shining his eyes, it was like seeing a very good sight.
Sometimes they push each other, whispering to say hello. There even ventured to say hello to Lizam. Lizam turned to the source of the voice, also greeting him. Then continue walking, while explaining the places we have passed.
I elbowed Lizam, “It turns out to be popular, yes.”
“Popular from where? Every day I was always in this library, so it's only natural that someone said hello.” Lizam shrugged, showing the next room.
“Well, the previous space we passed was a bookcase for the romance genre, now we are in a room full of history books.” I looked up, seeing how many history books there were.
Lizam sat in one of the seats, “Actually the history books are recorded only a few. Maybe about a hundred books,” He picked up one of the books with the title “Longness of Continent”, opened the contents of his page quickly. Show it to me, “See, nothing is written, right? Although the book in this room looks a lot, but it is actually written only a hundred books. It was not thick, about two hundred pages. And the rest is just meaningless blank sheets.”
“Oh yes,” He shifted his chair, picked up one of the books on the shelf. “This history book formed eight kingdoms at this time.”
“History of the kingdom? It's not from there, is the kingdom?” I scratched my head.
Lizam laughed “small” while patting my shoulder, “No, the kingdom was originally indeed a hereditary legacy. But now it doesn't feel anymore. After the completion of an incident, the once prosperous, secure, prosperous kingdom. Start quarreling at the meeting table, debating about military power, the other about money, education, development, and so on.”
Lizam sighed. “Good. Hundreds of years ago, there were eleven kingdoms that each had their own characteristics and advantages in their respective fields. In essence, they need each other.”
Lizam again greeted the people who called out to him, then continued. “Well, one day news broke that a kingdom with a strong military force was defeated, only by a troupe. Of course, it turned out that this group was from another kingdom. But not one of the eleven kingdoms. Even his face was nothing similar to any kingdom.”
“After being investigated, it turns out that the party that took over the kingdom they attacked was the name of a kingdom that had never existed before. More precisely, they never heard of it.” Lizam shifted closer, showing an illustrated picture of the group from the book.
I stared intently, the group dressed in red robes with an intricate golden-yellow twist. Hmm. I don't know, but this picture is like...
“Lizam. This picture looks like anu, right? The leader who spoke while raising his hand. Then the one who heard him raised his hands up high. They seem to say–”
“I thought so too, originally.” Lizam exhaled.
Lizam turned her body. Tender his shoulders to the sides of the table. “Persis like incident ‘Witch Hunt’ right? What distinguishes him is only the color of his robe, but the thinness of his robe remains the same. Shaped with a golden yellow dragon, from under the sleeves of the robe, to the shoulders of the robe. Then, coupled with a little cloud motif that is also golden yellow in front and back of their robes.”
Lizam turned around again, reached into her shirt pocket, revealing a small photo. “You see, Adrian. If these two photos are juxtaposed, then–”
“See the same.” I took the photo from Lizam's hand, put it next to the picture of the leader's robe. Lizam. Take back the photo, and then keep it in your pocket.
“Insiden eleven years ago, I still clearly remember the incident.” Lizam smiled bitterly.
“Witch Hunt, it's just bullshit. We, the nobles are obliged to watch the catch from the one he says is trying to catch the witches. They consider witches to be the source of trouble, the source of hunger, the source of disease and so on.” Lizam let out a long, silent breath. Like pensive.
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Eleven years ago.
A news that the priests managed to find the source of the problem of famine, drought, and death without a clear cause.
Lizam seemed enthusiastic to read the newspaper with the title located very large in the middle of the newspaper, which read “Witch Hunt Successfully!” Then he read the inscription under his title that read, “The disaster of drought, famine, and death will soon disappear. Who is behind this relentless disaster?”
Lizam continued to read the newspaper. Every line he read changed his expression. Until the last page. He muttered, “Hey, isn't that power and magic only eleven twelve? And even worse, the target is residents who do not want to get married, do not have children. Even if their child is found to have no power, is it burned alive? Isn't this like..”
BRACKET! Lizam's room door is open. Her bedroom door hinges were even broken. Lizam exclaimed in surprise. Father and his guards!
Dad came closer, his face was red. “Lizam! How many times have you said that? Don't you touch that newspaper! It's not suitable for kids like you!”
He took one of my collection of fairy tale books on a bookshelf, threw it on my desk. “You better read that fairy tale alone, you understand?” I took the newspaper out of my hand. Turn right.
“Dad!” I cried out, my voice choked.
Dad turned his face away. “What's up, huh?”
“In the newspaper it was written that the one they caught was not just ordinary citizens–”
“Little boy, don't go along with the parent's business! Come, hurry. We don't have much time left.” Dad walked over quickly, fixing the position of his silver bracelet.
“But it was Dad himself who told me to think critically? Why now can not even interfere–”
“YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND, LIZAM! DADDY SAY IT AGAIN. IT'S PARENTS' BUSINESS! YOU LITTLE ONES WILL NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONTENTS OF THIS NEWSPAPER! ALL YOU UNDERSTAND IS ‘THE WITCH HUNT SHOULDN'T EXIST’. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, LIZAM?” Dad rebuked me. The guards swallowed. Father slightly raised his head, telling them to immediately prepare a delman.
“Bad daddy!” I shouted raucously.
Dad looked over, scrunched his eyebrows. “Good?”
I nodded with my tears shed, “Yes! Told me to read that useless tome! Then after I read a lot of useless books and a little critical thinking, Dad said I was just a kid. And say, I don't know anything!”
Dad chuckles, “Tuh, that's proof you're a kid, Lizam. Don't deny. You're smarter than a friend like you. Even beating me when I was five, you were a lot smarter. But little boy, stay a little boy. They only know what the people around them read and know. You even think of the person who was restrained in that prison as a bad person, don't you?”
Yes, Lizam admitted that he was a child. Kids always need love. Whether he's smart or not. But this business is different. It's not about kids and adults. That's the content of Lizam's mind that growled to see his father leave, lost at the bend.
After his father's form disappeared from his presence, Lizam sat down. Crying with all my might. One of the servants who happened to walk towards Lizam's room, heard Lizam's cry. The son of the master.
He rushed to the source of the sound, and found Lizam sitting crying. The waiter saw the collapsed door, and the slightly scuffed fairy tale book. He knew that this was the work of his master.
“You all right, Young Master?” He hugged Lizam's body in tears.
Lizam clutched tightly, “Bi's evil father. He was always angry, telling me to read this, read that. Must think critically, must that.” Lizam hugged the waiter tightly.
His father and mother are busy because they have a lot of work to handle, and Lizam is alone with only a few servants in his house.
Execution event day “Witch Hunt” has arrived. Lizam, his father, and his mother went to witness the execution. Also with the small people who came, want to see who the ringleader behind the dry land.
The “Magic” They claim themselves it, they tie it on a pole. Overcrowded, even some of them have been lifeless, because they can not breathe. And at that moment, Lizam was shocked to see someone he deeply cared about, bound helplessly. Look around him with a bitter smile.
